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cai xukun 。
biography。
Xukun had forgotten much of his human life, everything had become blunted and soft, just out of his reach when he'd died. Treasured memories coming and going, though he tired to hold onto them, they faded the longer he lingered on. Whatever he retained was pieced together obsessively, visiting half-forgotten landmarks of his life, one-sided reunions with friends and family - though he had, to his despair, not been able to comfort them as he'd have liked to.
What he managed to pieces together was this: he'd been drafted into war, young, if he were to guess from his apparent age. Xukun no longer recalled who he was fighting for, who they were fighting against, if they'd even won. The horror he'd no doubt faced locked in his fragmented mind, the one thing he'd been thankful for in the mess that had become of his life.
The one thing he did, unfortunately, recall with perfect clarity was his death. Not something he liked to think much on, always simplifying it when asked. He'd lived, he'd died, the end. No one really wanted to talk about their death, let alone their death by decapitation, now, did they?
Especially since it was the reason he'd awoken, after his death, with no head. A fact that, strangely, brought to mind someone teasing him about 'if you didn't have your head screwed on tight, you'd lose that too, kunkun!'. A darkly, amusing thought for his state of mind at the time. His wondering of who had spoken that had been pushed to the side to consider an even more bizarre train of thought; how was he even thinking?
Xukun's thoughts had started circling, latching on to anything that could let him put off thinking on what he had become: was he stuck like this? How could he even think? Where was his head? Could someone headless really feel dizzy and overwhelmed?
And so he wasted his first day as a ghost like this.
When he'd finally had enough, ruthlessly quashing any sign of panic that threatened to bubble up, he instead pushed his attention to the more pressing matter. That is, he wanted to find his head. Something made that much harder by the fact that no human could see him. No matter how much he asked, begged, pleaded about his missing head, none could answer him.
It took him longer than he'd like to find his head - going through years of anger and grief -but he'd finally located it. And, though holding his head didn't magically make everything better and right, it was something.
Xukun was disappointed to learn that his head didn't magically just reattach and so that led to the second part of his quest - finding someone to sew the thing back on, even if he had to haunt the ever loving hell out of them. Which is what brought him to Magnolia Springs, his awe and tearful happiness that he could finally be seen, touched, overcoming him to such an extent that he'd decided to stay and live there on the spot; even searching for a job, as being dead was a lot more boring that he would have guessed.
Presently, Xukun is living with a friend in a shared flat, making a little pocket change with his moving flower stand (that he makes sure to move by any humans that pass, just for a little reaction!).
What he managed to pieces together was this: he'd been drafted into war, young, if he were to guess from his apparent age. Xukun no longer recalled who he was fighting for, who they were fighting against, if they'd even won. The horror he'd no doubt faced locked in his fragmented mind, the one thing he'd been thankful for in the mess that had become of his life.
The one thing he did, unfortunately, recall with perfect clarity was his death. Not something he liked to think much on, always simplifying it when asked. He'd lived, he'd died, the end. No one really wanted to talk about their death, let alone their death by decapitation, now, did they?
Especially since it was the reason he'd awoken, after his death, with no head. A fact that, strangely, brought to mind someone teasing him about 'if you didn't have your head screwed on tight, you'd lose that too, kunkun!'. A darkly, amusing thought for his state of mind at the time. His wondering of who had spoken that had been pushed to the side to consider an even more bizarre train of thought; how was he even thinking?
Xukun's thoughts had started circling, latching on to anything that could let him put off thinking on what he had become: was he stuck like this? How could he even think? Where was his head? Could someone headless really feel dizzy and overwhelmed?
And so he wasted his first day as a ghost like this.
When he'd finally had enough, ruthlessly quashing any sign of panic that threatened to bubble up, he instead pushed his attention to the more pressing matter. That is, he wanted to find his head. Something made that much harder by the fact that no human could see him. No matter how much he asked, begged, pleaded about his missing head, none could answer him.
It took him longer than he'd like to find his head - going through years of anger and grief -but he'd finally located it. And, though holding his head didn't magically make everything better and right, it was something.
Xukun was disappointed to learn that his head didn't magically just reattach and so that led to the second part of his quest - finding someone to sew the thing back on, even if he had to haunt the ever loving hell out of them. Which is what brought him to Magnolia Springs, his awe and tearful happiness that he could finally be seen, touched, overcoming him to such an extent that he'd decided to stay and live there on the spot; even searching for a job, as being dead was a lot more boring that he would have guessed.
Presently, Xukun is living with a friend in a shared flat, making a little pocket change with his moving flower stand (that he makes sure to move by any humans that pass, just for a little reaction!).
get to know me。
traits。
Charismatic, dorky, sweet, hardworking, friendly, vain, disorganised, overly competitive, lonely, easily overwhelmed, frustrated at himself and touch starved
ideal type。
someone sweet - someone he can have fun with - someone with a pretty smile - someone that will find him when he's lost
plots。
1。please, can you help? / supernatural only / open
Xukun has a tendency to lose his head - caused by a clean cut across his neck, only ever closed by stitches, that he has the problem of often breaking - and then backtrack to locate it, on the many, many instances he fails to notice that he'd even lost it in the first place. He would appreciate any sort of help in locating his head that he can get!
Note: as he does this so often, this will be open permanently!
2。i just want to be alone, for a while / supernatural only / open
Xukun had spent almost 100 years alone, with no one to talk to, hanging around mostly humans that couldn't see him to talk to him. Being around life, life that he can finally interact with; people that he can talk with, is a blessing. But sometimes, to his dismay, he finds it all too much. Too load and he feels overwhelmed with an itch to get away and hide for a little. Although he wouldn't mind spending a quiet and peachful day with anyone
3。could you hold me? please? / supernatural only / open
Xukun is incredibly touch-starved, the side-effect of spending so much time by himself, though he doesn't like to admit to it. Instead, quietly soaking up all the pats and hugs and small touches he gets throughout the day. But certain days are worse than others, where he feels terrible and awful and everything seems to weigh down on him - his memories, his death, the years and years he traveled alone - and he would just give anything to be held. To not think for at least a little while.
Note: as this happens more than he'd like, this will be open permanently!
4。it's just a little fun / human only / open
During his many years of drifting and roaming, Xukun realised how boring the world really was when you couldn't interact with it properly. The beautiful sights that so awed him the first time he saw them were barely a footnote, the culture, languages, the world no longer interesting when he could no longer experience it for himself. But, one thing he used to pass the time was play small pranks on humans that caught his attention - ones that needed a smile, rude people that deserved a little prank, even just to amuse himself with their reactions. For, though he couldn't be seen by humans, he could mess with inanimate objects, pick them up, throw them, bash them; any cliche ghost move he tried. He even haunted a few particularly rude humans. And he'd never quite outgrown this source of entertainment, even with the ability to talk with his fellow supernatural creatures. And if he spies an interesting human? Why he might not be able to help himself.
Note: this will be open permanently!
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- the shawshank redemption
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- timezone。GMT! Although this is not the best indicator of when I'm online, as I tend to stay up far later than I should, so the hours I keep with be all over the place!
- I tend to go on my phone more often during the day, as I have more time to take a quick look at my phone before I get caught up in my chaotic daily life! So, if I'm ever online and haven't responded, it's most likely I'm just waiting to get on my computer as I find it awkward to type on my phone.
- I tend to be a slow writer and can procrastinate a lot, so I'm sorry if replies come a little late.
- I have more experience with 3rd POV rps than anything else, though I am up to trying new things!
- I love to plot and love to rp, so don't be afraid to ask me if you'd like to start one with me! <3
- I tend to go on my phone more often during the day, as I have more time to take a quick look at my phone before I get caught up in my chaotic daily life! So, if I'm ever online and haven't responded, it's most likely I'm just waiting to get on my computer as I find it awkward to type on my phone.
- I tend to be a slow writer and can procrastinate a lot, so I'm sorry if replies come a little late.
- I have more experience with 3rd POV rps than anything else, though I am up to trying new things!
- I love to plot and love to rp, so don't be afraid to ask me if you'd like to start one with me! <3